【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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[His whole body tenses up the moment her hand touches his forearm. It's nothing against her at all, since it is an unconscious, immediate reaction, the touch unfamiliar, the thoughts far away from the here and now of things.
When his eyes turn to it, though, just half a second after, and he follows her hand to see her, hear her, he slowly begins to relax again.
He appreciates the gesture as well as the words. It's good to be offered a way out, yet, his thoughts are too far gone into it already, his foot resuming the tapping on the floor from before.]
Yeah, [He tries.] Thanks.
[But she is withdrawing next and he turns to the horizon just to find something he has been dreading to admit to himself for days-- Nothing. There's nothing there. He doesn't know if they are really going in the right direction, he doesn't know if this is the fastest way.
It's ridiculous, because he, according to Vince, is the reason they even know where to head to, but he can't remember a thing. What if this is all part of a bigger plan? What if he lied back when he had his memories and gave them the wrong coordinates to a few things just to get them to walk into a trap? Would WICKED have thought that far ahead? Was that even possible?
He was overthinking, the anxiety growing, worry taking over.
This was wrong, this was all wrong.
What if he was taking them towards their bitter end? What if by trying to save Minho and everyone else, he was putting Newt and all the others in danger? Of course, he would still go to save Minho anyway, but the more he thinks about it, the less comfortable he is about all of this.
Not to mention that he still feels like they are taking too long. He promised Minho he wouldn't let him be harvested like those kids back in the WICKED facility. Just the thought that he might be breaking that promise as they speak, right now--]
... I need to go.
[And before she can stop him, Thomas is getting up.]
I need to move-- I think... Running a little around this place?
[He won't be going to continue alone (and least not yet), is what he means, to make it a little clearer. But he needs to move, because moving helps him feel like he is at least doing something, rather than staying still.
Doing so around their campsite would still allow him to keep watch, right?]
[ He's panicking. This much is obvious to Tris, because she's seen it and felt it, but she can also tell that she can't calm him down - maybe one of his friends could, but he's already trying to think his way through it, so there's no real point waking anyone.
Tris sits back as Thomas gets up, head tilted up to see his face. Her surprise passes quickly before she nods. It's a restlessness she knows. ]
Or you can scout ahead. I'll keep watch.
[ She considers running with him, even though he's probably faster than her just by how much taller he is. At the same time, she doesn't want both of them to be leaving the site. So she leaves it as is. ]
[That she can tell so much with so little is not only surprising but amazing, as well. That she doesn't make him any more questions or tries to stop him is even better.
He is thankful, for that.
Thankful that she even goes as far as suggesting that he scouts ahead, rather than just running around. He might venture a little, but really, he isn't going to get very far at all and always try to circle rather than just going in one direction. He wants to make sure everyone will be safe, at camp.]
I--... [He wants to say, but trails off. He won't be long? He doesn't know if that would be true. So he ends up just nodding.] I'll yell if I see anything. [And run back like a madman, too, if that was the case. Hopefully not, though. It seems to be a pretty quiet night.
At her last words, he nods again.]
I always do. [And there's a small smile in there. Sad, but still. He meets her eyes once more.] Thanks.
[ She trusts him. Implicitly, anyway, if she didn't she wouldn't be on watch or even on this trip with him, and if Thomas couldn't look after himself, Tris is pretty sure he wouldn't have made it this far. That she understands his restlessness isn't to say that she doesn't blame herself for it. Apparently, the things they talked about brought issues to mind that he can't bear to sit still in the presence of, and she feels-- clumsy. Awkward. If running will help him, it's not something she'll try to talk him out of, and he's skittish, restless, tense, all of which she doubts will get better with more sitting still. ]
Okay, [ she responds, hoping that means he's staying in yelling distance. Runners, after all, will go for hours and hours and never stop. She isn't sure what to make of the smile, or the sadness it comes with, so she doesn't return it, merely watching him as he looks at her. His assurance that he always comes back is the one statement she doesn't believe, having seen too many not make it through things they were so sure they would, but it isn't the time to argue. Not exactly her place either. ]
Sure thing.
[ None of them should be alone out there. But she's never been very good about rules. ]
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When his eyes turn to it, though, just half a second after, and he follows her hand to see her, hear her, he slowly begins to relax again.
He appreciates the gesture as well as the words. It's good to be offered a way out, yet, his thoughts are too far gone into it already, his foot resuming the tapping on the floor from before.]
Yeah, [He tries.] Thanks.
[But she is withdrawing next and he turns to the horizon just to find something he has been dreading to admit to himself for days-- Nothing. There's nothing there. He doesn't know if they are really going in the right direction, he doesn't know if this is the fastest way.
It's ridiculous, because he, according to Vince, is the reason they even know where to head to, but he can't remember a thing. What if this is all part of a bigger plan? What if he lied back when he had his memories and gave them the wrong coordinates to a few things just to get them to walk into a trap? Would WICKED have thought that far ahead? Was that even possible?
He was overthinking, the anxiety growing, worry taking over.
This was wrong, this was all wrong.
What if he was taking them towards their bitter end? What if by trying to save Minho and everyone else, he was putting Newt and all the others in danger? Of course, he would still go to save Minho anyway, but the more he thinks about it, the less comfortable he is about all of this.
Not to mention that he still feels like they are taking too long. He promised Minho he wouldn't let him be harvested like those kids back in the WICKED facility. Just the thought that he might be breaking that promise as they speak, right now--]
... I need to go.
[And before she can stop him, Thomas is getting up.]
I need to move-- I think... Running a little around this place?
[He won't be going to continue alone (and least not yet), is what he means, to make it a little clearer. But he needs to move, because moving helps him feel like he is at least doing something, rather than staying still.
Doing so around their campsite would still allow him to keep watch, right?]
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Tris sits back as Thomas gets up, head tilted up to see his face. Her surprise passes quickly before she nods. It's a restlessness she knows. ]
Or you can scout ahead. I'll keep watch.
[ She considers running with him, even though he's probably faster than her just by how much taller he is. At the same time, she doesn't want both of them to be leaving the site. So she leaves it as is. ]
Just come back.
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He is thankful, for that.
Thankful that she even goes as far as suggesting that he scouts ahead, rather than just running around. He might venture a little, but really, he isn't going to get very far at all and always try to circle rather than just going in one direction. He wants to make sure everyone will be safe, at camp.]
I--... [He wants to say, but trails off. He won't be long? He doesn't know if that would be true. So he ends up just nodding.] I'll yell if I see anything. [And run back like a madman, too, if that was the case. Hopefully not, though. It seems to be a pretty quiet night.
At her last words, he nods again.]
I always do. [And there's a small smile in there. Sad, but still. He meets her eyes once more.] Thanks.
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Okay, [ she responds, hoping that means he's staying in yelling distance. Runners, after all, will go for hours and hours and never stop. She isn't sure what to make of the smile, or the sadness it comes with, so she doesn't return it, merely watching him as he looks at her. His assurance that he always comes back is the one statement she doesn't believe, having seen too many not make it through things they were so sure they would, but it isn't the time to argue. Not exactly her place either. ]
Sure thing.
[ None of them should be alone out there. But she's never been very good about rules. ]